JOURNAL: Pan Edgehorn Melanoe
#4 of AX
The solar order is the herald of goodwill, or so they claim. Their leader is now in control of an unstable military base, his ambassadors fast on the way.
What is it that they are planning?
What are they trying to prevent?
Come and join us at Texas Furry Fiesta for Project Zenithium and find out!
7:30 PM on Saturday March, 25th! In the SPECTRUM panel room on the 2nd floor!
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Norta
Shiah 24, 7708
My duties for the order have brought me once again to the frozen north. It has been some time since I was last here. I must say, it's not a fond reunion. I'm a jungle girl, born and raised in Trent, the mages sanctuary. As for the reason of this trip my leader, Sol Halzeith, claims that some great misfortune is brewing in the heart of this continent, fueled by the meddling of the Animihlian union. As if my feelings towards the nation were not troubled enough. My nan has told me that my father is from that land, and that it was his meddling, and the meddling of the Animihlians brutish canine government that took my mother from us.
Over the past few years I have taken to the path of the Solar Order, following the teachings of the creator Solaris. It is my hope that at some point in my travels I can encounter my father and learn who he is and what he does. That aside, my mission is taking me to an Animihlian owned science facility called Freeza Tech, currently in a state of disarray after a unknown calamity occurred within. If all is going according to plans, my leader, Sol Halzeith will now be in control of the base and have retrieved whatever ill willed device the unionists have created. Once I and the others of the order arrive we can assess and destroy it before it can cause further harm to the people of this world.
I feel great apprehension as the completion of this mission approaches. The lands in the vicinity of the facility radiate with strange energy, as though something dark is sapping vitality from the ice. The building itself is a looming and sickly presence, spilling forth a great column of noxious vapors from somewhere within. The snow around it is stained ink black by the stuff. A disgusting sight. Why must the Animihlians ally themselves so strongly with such vile forces. Will we ever know?